A Writing Quill

  “ Grace comes to forgive and then forgive again. ”- Rumi. The act of forgiveness is a two-way path. To seek forgiveness. To forgive. It requires most of the discerned courage to accept one’s fault and asked to be forgiven by the person whom it was intentionally or unknowingly being hurt. But it provides immense happiness and satisfaction once this act is done without being prejudiced. It provides the independence to face the person unescorted by any guilt. And oneself will earn the freedom of the feathered friends flying up at the sky. This provides the inner calmness and tranquillity of mind. The act of giving forgiveness is tougher than the above proclaimed feat. It pinches the wounds which were once fathomless and might have healed with time or might not have. In fact, time, mostly, does not heal but puts several layers on it, thus, hiding it somewhere thick and far down. To forgive is to accept the inner lacerations which are throbbing deep inside. To forgive is to ...

  This lady in the recent Bollywood flick, had delivered dialogues for the few camouflaged notions of our society. One of them was the hard hit to the member of the fair sex in which she says, ‘aurat anaj uga bhi sakti hai, paka bhi sakti hai. Bachcha paida bhi kar sakti hai, bada bhi kar sakti hai. Dekhne jae to aurto ko mardo ki koi khas zarurat waise hai nahi. Par ye bat agar aurto ko pata chal gai to mard bechare ka baja nahi baj jaega?’ ( "Women can farm and cook. We can give birth to children and raise them. If you think about it, women don't really need men at all. But if women figured this out, men would be screwed, wouldn't they?") If women are capable of leading their lives on their own, who is stopping them from doing it? Today’s woman is smart, self-independent, educated and so much ahead of time. She is a teacher, a scientist, an astronaut and what not. Still, when its about the relationship with the opposite sex, she is always the weaker partner (exce...

Chitra jumped out of her make shift arrangement, picked the heavy spoon thrown on the ground and kept it back on the rack. They did discuss but then concluded, might be the spoon was kept indiscriminately on top of the casserole pot. Chitra was silent. They went back to sleep.  Morning at 7, they woke up. Chitra was already awake and done with her morning rituals as a habitual early riser. Four of them sat with their cups of tea. Chitra spoke, 'Umm... the spoon was not kept on top of the pot. I was the last one to have food yesterday night. I remember very well, I had kept it near the pot towards inside, in a horizontal position with its face turned down. And it was hurled on the floor in an upside down position too, but in a straight vertical orientation. Moreover, I was awake for some time as I could hear someone constantly walking near us. I thought must be one of you but when I looked up, I found none.' 'Wait. I heard the bathroom door being thumped with something heavy...